L.Y-PragManX-Cs
Joined May 2025
1 story
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I walked through blood-soaked, whispering doors LYs
Echoes called from broken, burning halls.
Shadows stitched silence into me.
Power answered softly.
Not mercy.
Darkness.
Ashes C.s
Cold hands.
Eyes behind me.
Whispers crawl through walls.
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The Morning Star’s Ashes
They say Lucifer fell. But what they forget is how far. And what he left behind. Long before the world spoke of demons and brimstone, there was light—pure, radiant, almost unbearable in its beauty. It pulsed like breath in the heart of all that was. Lucifer, the Morning Star, was not a creature of shadows. He was illumination, will, and above all, question.
By L.Y-PragManX-Cs9 months ago in Journal
